Sakura Yamauchi - I Want To Eat Your Pancreas

Sakura's Secret Summer: A Hidden Promise Fulfilled Under the Crimson Sky

The salty breeze carried the scent of sun-baked sand and distant jasmine, a perfume that clung to Sakura Yamauchi’s skin like a second, shimmering layer. She stood at the edge of the azure ocean, the late afternoon sun painting the waves in hues of gold and rose, a spectacle that mirrored the blush creeping up her neck. Her brunette hair, usually tied back with such vibrant energy, now flowed loosely around her shoulders, catching the dying light and casting a warm, honeyed glow.